The Sound Of Now Is Now
the sun rolls down the hills and the afternoon is a slowcold beer on a longhot day and i go lay in the longgrass in the meadow and hear birds madrigal, the hush of the breeze like an empty 10am bar, the hum of leaves Los Angeles coming in 6K miles west over the Atlantic where the light is a vivid thing, and i listen to the sound beyond the sound that is the sound of
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